Two years later, my team and I opened our own studio.There was no red carpet or elaborate ceremony. My coworkers bought a cake and celebrated with me in the conference room.The cake read, "Ivy, welcome back to your own life."I stared at the words for a long moment, then smiled and blew out the candles.Every so often, Ethan would have someone send me something.The first year, he sent me the company history booklet with all my photos restored. The second year, he sent the design sketches I'd left in the home we used to share.This year, all he sent was a card."Happy anniversary."He had crossed it out and written underneath, "Sorry. I forgot we don't have an anniversary anymore."I put the card back in the envelope and sent it straight back.Later, I heard through people we both knew that Ethan and Samantha never got together.Samantha left the city, and the friends who had taken part in the bets every year eventually drifted apart.Ethan kept the house we used to share
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